The streets know their names
The streets in Mumbai have heard enough of the cries of every rape victim.
said she was not a goddess.
When gods wreak havoc
the strong and the just
pray
and sacrifice to appease.
They were the demigods
and she,
she was the sacrifice for their desires.
They undid the zipper
at the back
tore it in turns on a street in India
until she was cold.
It's the gods against us
they have set up the dominoes
the war is rolling
and the sound falls against every cry of justice.
Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
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Written on 2013-08-31 at 13:05
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The streets in Mumbai have heard enough of the cries of every rape victim.
The Zip at the back.
They bled her to deathsaid she was not a goddess.
When gods wreak havoc
the strong and the just
pray
and sacrifice to appease.
They were the demigods
and she,
she was the sacrifice for their desires.
They undid the zipper
at the back
tore it in turns on a street in India
until she was cold.
It's the gods against us
they have set up the dominoes
the war is rolling
and the sound falls against every cry of justice.
Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
Read 569 times
Written on 2013-08-31 at 13:05
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